On The Air

I was grinding late nights in the studio

Dropped my heart in every beat, many didn't know

I sent my music to the station, waiting for that play

They said we wanna hear it, but we'll get back someday

Weeks turned to months, felt like I was in the dark

But I kept the fire burning, I knew I'd make my mark

Now the phones are ringing, DMs blowing up all day

They wanna spit my records, and they ain't got much to say

Now I'm on the air, everybody wanna hear

My sound's everywhere, what's real just reappeared